you fuck tha rappin in da booth, I ain?t no studio, nutin, my name in your mouth, And imma show ya something, fuck it It?s the first time, double back
place You fucked up the minute that you stepped to me I'm not your average dealer I'mma born killer I'ma born killer Born killer Don't fuck with me
Cops rollin' up on us, my neighborhood's like a sauna Pistol grippin', insurin' won't nobody run up on us But if they do, fuck 'em, we murderous nickel
houston south parker Born and brought up to be a heartless motherfucker No one else to blame, fuck it blame it on my mother When I was growin up nobody
to start shit Moppin' up the hood, makin' muthafuckas squab You fucked with one nigga out of the muthafuckin' click You had to fuck around with the whole fuckin
I'm havin' big fun My baby's mother just had my first son May eleven, I never will forget the day A star's born, let's name him little scarface My first born
See LA put me on Then I cracked up on that come on Anything that run up, get done up (Done up) All of the girl in the A got that Love Hate up in they
my blood stop pourin', I regulate like I was born (2x) Verse two What the fuck you think this is? hands up everybody spread'em the first muthafucker
have been the first But when someone turns that blue Well, it's a universal truth And then you just know that bitch will never fuck again By the way
the shoe if it fit Have a ball 'till I fall though And if I die today I bet the world end tomorrow It's fucked up how you ain't never mean And I got
' She would give me a couple points Fifth grade, I exposed my first ass Sixth grade, I skipped my first class Seventh grade, is when I first smashed Eight grade, I smoked my first
up, hurry up, y'all niggaz best to be go-one! Left his head to be lo-long from the first day I was born Pop guns like popcorn, s-s-stutter like Y'all
what do ya call that If my pockets ain't obese, then what do ya call fat I wasn't born on purpose, I was unpurposely born I'm the result of what happens
face I ain't no busta, nigga Came up out that Holly Grove dungeon, nigga Flame up the toast and let it get it sparkin' up in here You don't make out alive very often up
and I think he just said no 1993 creation for steps of born leezys Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers Church only on easter, ignore the preacher Do the grown up
keep climbing The bottles keep popping Dom P. Rose, Perrier popping Them bitches see we rocking, the whips we be rocking Iced up, tatted up, fire flame
wrong, I never cheat on her And if the game was baseball, I'd be on first I see you watchin' this I know it looks real fly up in here But what's a pimp
', gettin' in the limo But I dun' click up with these nation wide niggaz You ain't already bumpin' and you can't ride wid us Natural born killaz, boys